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Twenty-Four Hours- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Hi! I was wondering if you would do an imagine where Daryl and the reader were close, like friends who liked each other but never confessed. Then she gets pissed at him for leaving with Merle and the next time they see each other they have a big fight which leads to them confessing their feelings? By the way I love your blog!”

Word count:
 2,224

Warnings: swearing, nothing else i think? 

Note:
 hi hi hi heres another angsty daryl piece lol.. angsty daryl is the best daryl sry not sry. on another note i’m waiting on uni acceptances and i’m nervous asf.. 

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   The sight of Daryl and his brother brought a foul taste to your mouth. It’d barely been twenty-four hours since he left, but you knew things would never be the same. His choice had been made, regardless of his reappearance now. When he’d left you knew whatever the two of you shared was gone, shattered, like your heart.

  You’d begged him to stay, but he ignored your pleas.

  “Daryl, don’t go.” You mumbled, grabbing onto his arm. It was coated in dirt and blood. You looked up to his face with teary eyes. He refused to make eye contact with you.

  “I have to, (Y/N).” He grunted, shaking your hand off his arm. It dropped down to your side as you breathed shaky breaths.

  “What about all of us? What about the others?”  Or me, you thought, but a lack of courage stopped you from saying so.

  Daryl continued to pack up his stuff from the back of the car, weakly responding to you, “He’s my brother.”

  You looked into his distracted eyes as you croaked out, “You know the Governor’s gonna attack hard. You’re leaving us, we won’t survive without you there to help.”

  His eyes turned hard again. He swung the backpack around his body, settling it on his shoulder. He turned to you slightly, looking down at your boots.

  “You’re tough. You’ll be okay.”

  “No, Daryl.” You whimpered, exposing your feelings for a moment. It was a last resort. “Daryl, I can’t— I can’t lose you.”

  He hated the way your voice cracked when you spoke to him. He hated that he was the reason it was doing so.

  There was no denying the butterflies that erupted in his stomach for what you said. Not once did he consider he might mean so much to you. He thought you simply thought of him as a companion, nothing more. His heart fluttered as he thought perhaps you felt the same way he did about you.

  But then the thoughts of self-doubt sunk into him again. There was no way you could. Why would you even want to? You were amazing, he was, well, he was just Daryl.

  He breathed deeply, gripping the strap on his shoulder tightly before speaking again, “’N I can’t leave ‘m. I can’t.”

  You wanted to say something to make him stay but you didn’t know what. Hell, you’d already opened up yourself to him, basically confessing what he meant to you and even that hadn’t done the trick.

  It was useless. This was useless.

  You bit your lip, looking at his face one more time as a single tear rolled down your cheek. He finally looked at you, staring at the droplet making its way down your skin. His heart ached inside his chest, a look of weakness overcoming his face for a moment. When your eyes met you stared at each other, pain evident in both of you, before you turned on your heel and walked away.

  All you wished was for him to pull you back. To embrace you in his arms and tell you he wouldn’t leave. But he didn’t.

  This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.

  But it did. Overnight your hopes of his return dissipated into anger. You were furious. The man had left, abandoned your family, to go be with his jerk of a brother. Only to turn back up in from too the prison after the Governor had attacked— killing Axel in the process.

  Axel was a good guy from what you could tell. Admittedly creepy, but a good guy all around. You found yourself blaming his death on Daryl, as well as the loss of the prison’s field.

  The others welcomed him sweetly as if he hadn’t decided to give up on them just hours ago. Carol hugged him and you forced yourself to ignore the ping of jealousy as you watched them embrace.

  Rick pat him on the back, squeezing his shoulder slightly. Daryl only nodded, but you could tell he was happy to be back. In fact, everyone was happy he was back. Everyone except you.

  You made eye contact across the cell block. Your eyes were narrowed into a somewhat empty yet harsh glare. He only looked at you, frankly too scared to say or do anything else. Before anybody could say anything you turned sharply and walked away. Again.

  The others hashed out the issue with Merle. Honestly, you couldn’t care less what they did with him. Put him in a cell or not, it didn’t matter to you. That Dixon wasn’t your problem right now. Daryl was.

  Night had fallen. You’d spent the day ignoring Daryl as much as possible, finding excuses to slip away whenever he entered the same room as you. It was mostly because you knew talking to him would only resort in a fight, but also, you were embarrassed by what had happened.

  In your eyes, Daryl’s leaving was a rejection. You had done all but kiss him to tell him how you felt, it was clear. At least, that's what you thought. Daryl still had managed to convince himself you only thought of him as a friend— and even that was pushing it.

  Noticing the tension that followed you, Rick asked you to take guard duty for a couple of hours. He figured that it’d help you get your mind off things, distract you. If anything, the fresh air would help calm you. You agreed, knowing he was right.

  It was quiet for the first hour. You didn’t really expect the Governor to attack again after today. It seemed all he wanted to do was trap you, starve you out. Perhaps in a few days, he may come back, but not tonight.

  Still, you watched with intensive eyes around the prison’s fences and the edge of the forest surrounding you.

  You lowered the binoculars from your eyes, letting them fall into your lap. Your body was leaning against the picnic table behind you. The metal was cold against you, the feeling seeping into your skin even through the thick sweater you wore.

  Walkers stumbled around the yard. They scattered it randomly, some finding their way to the second gate, where you were close to. You watched with sad eyes as the first spot you’d cleared in the prison was now overrun again.

  Remembering the glee that had overtaken you at that moment your chest ached. It was a beautiful day, hot, but beautiful. Everything had felt so right, so good. It had been the first win for you all in a long time.

  Now it was gone again. That glee replaced with fury as you thought about how it was lost. About everything you’d gone through since that day. Amputating Hershel’s leg, losing Lori and T-dog, almost losing Carol and more recently, Daryl.

  Daryl.

  Deep down, past the anger and hurt you were happy to have him back. Even if you weren’t together, he was still your friend. Someone you could trust, rely on. 

  As if your thoughts of Daryl summed him, he approached from inside the prison. You looked back at the noise of the thick metal door opening behind you, only to snap your head back forward when you realized it was him.

  He ignored the voice in the back of his head that called for him to go back. That you didn’t want him there, that you hated him for what he’d done. Still, he walked to the bench you sat at in front of the table, sitting a foot and a half away from you.

  His crossbow pushed into him as he leaned back slightly, but he ignored it, instead fiddling with the strap around his right shoulder.

  You refused to speak first, even if it was to tell him off.

  When he did, your shoulders tensed visibly.

  “You’re avoidin’ me.”

  You only scoffed, keeping your eyes glued forward on the walkers ahead of you. As if they were what actually plagued your mind.

  The looming sense of fear Daryl once felt was pushed away now, anger beginning to take its place. It grew inside him as he snapped at you, “Funny. You ‘ere going off ‘bout how ya can’t lose me, now ya can’t even look at me?”

  This only made your blood boil. You couldn’t believe how he would bring such a thing up. Especially like this.

  “Oh shut up, Daryl.” You spoke harshly, without as much as a look to him still, “Just shut up. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want you here. Just go.”

  “‘Cuse me?—“

  You cut him off, standing up abruptly and turning to face him. You were screaming now, “Why are you even here? Huh? You were pretty fucking clear yesterday that you don’t want anything to do with me.”

  He stood up to face you now, leaning down to get in your face.

  “What’s your problem, girl?” He yelled back, “Huh?”

  Even in the dim moonlight, you both could see each other's faces grow red, the views protruding from your skin as you yelled with force.

  “You!” With just enough force you pushed his body back a bit. He caught himself with his foot and didn’t step forward again. Instead, you pushed yourself into him, raising a finger in his face accusingly.

  “You are my problem. You left, you fucking left.”

  “I had ta’!” He yelled back, defensively.

  Ignoring what he’d said you continued to yell into his face, “You left us, you left me! Fuck, Daryl, I basically begged you to stay and you still left.”

  If not for the anger spilling out of you, you’d be distracted by how close you were to him. Only inches separating your skin from touching.

  His head tilted down toward you, his body taking a defensive stance. “What as I ‘posed to do? He’s my goddamn brother!”

  Still ignoring what he was saying you just rambled, letting your all your thoughts escape your lips, “Hell, I even told you I needed you. How stupid is that? You still walked away, you still left.” With the feeling of tears flooding your eyes you paused for a moment, allowing your body to relax back into the ground. Without even realizing it you’d raised your body to reach his. Your head shook, a quiver in your lip as you spoke, softer this time, “And to think, I thought you cared too.”

  He inched back a little, no longer appearing so defensive as he had just seconds ago. His voice was still rough, but now a little nervous and a little softer, “I do.”

  You shook your head harder, looking to your boots. “No. Not like how I do.”

  “What do ya mean?”

  A bitter scoff left your lips as you looked back up to him now. “What do I mean? How else would I mean it? I fucking love you!” You're words left your mouth smoothly, and loudly, as you confessed your love for the man in front of you. “And you.. you.. broke my heart.” Yet when you spoke again, you stumbled over your words, “Y--you left.”

  Daryl had barely noticed. In all honesty, he was too shocked too. Never in his life would he expect those words to leave your mouth. Never would he have expected you to care for him this much, nevertheless love him. To him, it seemed silly. Like he’d thought yesterday, you were so great. Strong, smart, beautiful. How could you see him as someone worthwhile?

  Though his voice caught in his throat, he stuttered, “Ya— ya love me?”

  “Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious.” You muttered to the ground. Almost instantly you regretted telling him if he’d left you earlier, you didn’t think now would be any different.

He continued to stammer, “I— I didn’t think—“

  “Look it’s fine you don’t,” With a deep sigh you cut him off, “You don’t have to say anything.”

  With sad eyes you looked down to your feet, watching as you began to walk away from your post and past Daryl. But as you stepped beside his dirty boots a hand grabbed onto your shoulder, pulling you back softly.

  Before you knew it, Daryl wrapped his arms around your body. He stuffed his face into your neck, holding tightly onto you. You hadn’t expected this, but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. Your arms snaked up his body, hugging him back tightly. 

  “If I had known, (Y/N).”

  “He’s your brother.” You mumbled, knowing that he had his reasons. You’d known that all along, but never wanted to admit it. It was easier to be mad at him than to cry over him.

  ”I don’t know how to do this stuff, (Y/N). I ain’t like this, never was. But I can promise ya this. I ain’t ‘ver gonna leave ya again, ya hear? Never.”  

  A shaky sigh left your lips as you basked in the comedown. The fight, the confession, and now this. It was a lot, but completely worth it for the feeling of Daryl’s arms around you now.

  You smiled into him as you nuzzled your head into his chest. He brushed his lips against the top of your head, leaving the softest of kisses.

  And for the second time in the last twenty-four hours, you knew things would never be the same.

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stolen from @lonescion ~~~ tagging: anybody who wants to do it

nicknames: flora, one person here called me tea and i love it sm zodiac: pisces height: 5'4″ time: 11:38pm (when i started at least haha) favourite band / artist: TWRP, SHINee, George Harrison, Laura Marling, Hozier song stuck in my head: The Aces - Last One (warning for a bit of body horror),  last movie i saw: A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night last thing i googled: social media? the exact title of the above movie? lol other blogs: @cidercold for aesthetics/insp @on-and-hakyeon is my kpop blog @tea-and-finalfantasy is my main- but i waste a lot of time here so idk if i’ll quit it soon to rly focus on art rather than just considering doing it?? do i get asks: not many but when i do, i never respond on time :’) sorry my friends why did i choose this username: it’s one of his attacks! i definitely considered some others but i can’t remember them now following (only applicable on main i think!!): 24 followers on here! average amount of sleep: idk uh 6 hours? tops??? i have a shit sleeping schedule :/ i take lots of naps though (i love sleeping during the day and being up at night i guess? though there’s more to do in the morning and i’d love to get up at like 6 and be active the whole day i just... don’t) dream job: sleeping/just having money (im mostly jk- i deeply enjoy my hobbies but worry what they’d turn into as jobs so rn it’s just idk. i wanted to teach but i also want to fully express myself thru art AND i don’t want to get shot in a school so that’s really out. i just want to be happy and so far this yr im doing a lot that scares me but that’s fun and new!) dream trip: a road trip!!! it’d be nice to visit meow wolf in santa fe or to go back to quebec! but realistically/what’d be the most fun i think would be to just go back to boston and get good coffee and spend the day writing/taking pictures favourite food: lasagna! gonna have to try and make a vegan recipe but i know it wont be as good not bc it’s vegan but bc it’s not my grandma’s lasagna specifically play any instruments: saxophone, 1 scale 3 chords on keyboard, starting to learn bass, trying to build a talkbox eye colour: brown hair colour: brown languages you speak: english, french most iconic song: SHINee’s Ring Ding Dong random fact: i have two cats and i love them a lot i have a turtle and also love him a lot describe yourself as aesthetic things: sweaters and leggings, coffee then hot chocolate/buying TWO coffees, getting snowflakes stuck to your eyelashes, the first of two days off

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No one reads my blog anyways so FUCK IT I LOVE FILLING THESE THINGS OUT

Some real creepy shit, get your fix. 1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? My momma, yeah I hope so. 2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? Sure would 3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time Very recently ? 4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? Yes duh 5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? Ya 6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? Noooo 7. What exactly are you wearing right now? I've got my banana boxers and one arm in a sweater bc I was too lazy to take it all the way off 8. How often do you listen to music? Errday 9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? Jeans 10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013? Probs not 11. Are you a social or an antisocial person? Anti social anti religion anti police and anti system 12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? No 13. What about ‘R’? No 14. Can you drive a stick shift? No 15. Do you care if people talk badly about you? Honestly yes 16. Are you going out of town soon? Maybe 17. When was the last time you cried? I try and try but I haven't cried in ages 18. Have you ever told someone you loved them? Not for realz 19. If you could change your eye color, would you? No 20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? lol no wtf 21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having. Today is shit 22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? Idk maybe 23. Are you dating the last person you talked to? No 24. What are you sitting on right now? Laying on this dumb mattress I'm lucky I don't have bedbugs 25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? No 26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? Ya 27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? I neva went to bed last night 28. Do you get a lot of colds? No 29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? My mom 30. Does anyone hate you? Oooo 31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? Actually yee but they're not hidden they on display 32. Do you like watching scary movies? If they're good 33. Do you want your tongue pierced? GOT IT 34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? 2013 35. Did you have a dream last night? I didn't sleep last night 36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? My mom yesterday 37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? No 38. Do you think someone has feelings for you? Ugh 39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Yes 40. Did you have a good day yesterday? It was p gloom doom 41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? No 42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl? Yeah? 43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? No 44. What’s the best part about school? Art class 45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? What 46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? Totes 47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? Yes 48. Were you single over the last summer? Ya 49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? Na 50. What are you supposed to be doing right now? Nuttin 51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? Yes 52. Are you nice to everyone? I shouldn't be not everyone deserves it 53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? Ye 54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Who knows man 55. Are you good at hiding your feelings? Yes 56. Do you think you like someone? Sure 57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? No 58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? This is dumb 59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? No 60. Do you hate anyone? Ya 61. How’s your heart? Sad and weak 62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? Yes 63. Have you ever cried over a guy? Nah 64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? Fam 65. Are your toenails painted pink? No 66. Will your next kiss be a mistake? Probably 67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct? Yes I love to harvest the boy tears to power my death ray 68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public? Yeah actually 69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? Mom 70. How do you look right now? Like DEATH 71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? Nooo 72. Can you commit to one person? Nah 73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? No 74. Have you ever felt replaced? Yeah 75. Did you wake up cranky? I didn't wake up 76. Are you a jealous person? No 77. Are relationships ever worth it? Idk 78. Anyone you’re giving up on? Yes 79. Currently wanting to see anyone? No 80. Name something you have to do tomorrow? Chores UGH 81. Last person you cried in front of? I don't REMEMBER 82. Is there someone you will never forget Probs 83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? 🙃 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? Idk maybe sleeping 85. Are you over your past? Ya see ya 86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? Mmhm 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? NO 88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? N/A 89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? What no 90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? Yee 91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months? 😯 92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? Ya 93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew? Nope 94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? No 95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? Wut 96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? Ya 97. Who do you have texts from? Coworker and friend 98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? Go for it 99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? Yes 😖 100. Who’s in your profile picture with you? Mr Tree aw 101. Ever kissed under fireworks? No I don't even like fireworks 102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies? Yeahhhh

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if anybody is actually taking time out of their day to read this stupid blog, let me save you some time.

just stop.     close the tab.    and go on youtube or something.

no but for real tho. just stop and turn around. 

there is nothing interesting on here for you to see. im just writing to myself cause im a loser and im trying to keep a journal of my thoughts on a day to day basis...at least i hope.

my friend told me to start the journal cause she said that it would help me deal with my life and just vent. also i feel like i can sort my feelings out better when i talk about myself.....soooooo yeah. i guess lets start with my past.

im currently 18 years old, im just not going to put my name on here cause what the heck is the point its to myself. but anyway im 18 years old. im korean. i was born in korea but my family and i moved to the states before i was even 1 so i consider myself pretty american....then again i hate the sound of american so i like to call myself korean even though i hate korean culture...you’ll see why later. i grew up in a pretty conservative household..i think? just think of any stereotypical asian household and that would be my own household. its was the usual...no girls, no drugs, no alcohol. i also went to church pretty often and considered myself pretty devout, so i didnt care too much about that stuff anyway.......except for girls. i was horny.

i spent most of my life growing up in southern california about 30 minutes from LA. it was pretty chill. i lived in the suburbs of a pretty safe neighborhood, the cops were so bored all he time that dealing with a car crash probably got them off. i went to elementary school, middle school, and high school all within a 5 mile radius of my house. which was convenient but there was nothing to do besides go to school...and go eat. which i did a lot. which is why im fat. oh. i forgot to describe my appearance. im a guy. 5′ 4′’. chubs. really small eyes. black hair. used to think i had broad shoulders but then one of my friends told me that im playing myself. so i stopped thinking that. 

damn i have hiccups, 

anyway where was I? oh yeah school. uhhhhhh school was alright. was a little rough at first..little kids can be mean lol but i go over it very quickly. i used middle school to try to change myself completely. i stopped crying. i lost some weight. i liked to play basketball and run so i did that a lot with my best friend. oh yeah my best friend. uhhh i met my first really close friend in elementary school. i was tired of kids making fun of me in elementary so put that anger out onto other people... aka my best friend. i bullied him and made fun of his buzz lightyear sweater he liked to wear by pretending that i was buzz lightyear in class. yeah i was a dick i know, but i was in like 5th grade, chill. he is basically everything physically that i am not. he was real lean. athletic and strong but it didnt show too much cause he was thin. oh and he was really tall. think he was like 5′ 8′’ by the end of elementary. he got back at me by making fun of my weight and height, so i consider us pretty even. i dont remember if we ever apologized to each other exactly but we probably did. we’re good now. although we still make fun of each other. its funny. 13 years later, we’re still friends.

at around around the same time i met m other best friend, ahhhh, not sure so much about best anymore but shes close to me and i care about her. i met her in elementary school, but we didnt really talk then, later i found out that she was actually sexist in elementary school and she didnt hang around guys cause well. she hated them? i forget the reason why, she just disliked them. but in middle school she walked every day home with me and my best bud. our houses were pretty close to each other so we it was nice to walk together. at first she avoided us too, but then she started hanging with us two and that was the first time she really talked to guys and had fun so she stuck around. but thats not the only thing. i dont know how to describe her, but she really isnt your normal type of girl. she very quirky. reallllllly short like 4′ 6′’ or something like that, she had really long hair, which i thought was cute..until she chopped it off like halfway through middle school. but at the end of the day. this girl was weird. for example. my and me best bud first noticed that she also walked home a few days into the semester, but when we saw her, she was stealing one of those flowers next to like plaza signs to make them look better? you know what im talking about? my bud and i were walking up to her and she was staring at the flower and she tried to take only one flower but ended up uprooting the whole damn thing. by this time my friend and i had caught up to her and we were just staring at her without saying a word. then this girl breaks the silence by looking at my bud an saying ‘hey. cut this bottle for me yeah?’ then she flashed us a smile and proceeded to pull a 2 liter bottle out of her backpack along with a pair of kitchen scissors out of her backpack....lets just stop there. what. the. heck? i mean like am i weird for thinking thats weird? that pretty weird....anyway she hands off the bottle to my friend and the scissors. and he just looks at me and says okay and cut the bottle in half. she placed the plant into the bottle and then started walking with us. and from tha point on she just kept walking home with us. now as usual, since we were all teens, with the whole puberty and emotions thing going on and also of the opposite gender we eventually liked each other... but in more like of a weird third wheel...ahhh... i dont even want to call it third wheel. it felt like a bicycle or like a motorcycle with one of those side car thingys........... ..... .... its complicated. in case you were wondering i was the extra part.. the extra wheel so to speak. but thatttttttttttttttttttt is a story for another time. maybe my next post. i feel like this post was a bit long but its my first one so what the hell. guesss this is the end..buhbai.

oh and on a side note. what i said earlier on the whole because we of the opposite gender so we started liking each other thing. dont give me any crap about how thats inconsiderate towards gay people and all that. i dont have anything against gay people, but im just trying to describe my own experience of my past without adding politically correct crap and all that social justice comments. i can live without others judging me on my own blog. 

then again. who the hell is going to actually read this.